Character: Gregory Saakashvili

- You can sleep here. I'll sleep at the door and did not let you. - He knelt at her feet and spoke, lifting to her face.
- And he won't fit? - she asked with irony.
- No. You have my word. I told you that I loved the Han, the only one of her. And as we now know...
Likino face changed, frozen in an evil grin.
- And you write. The postman will understand. But you'll be wrong, let her paint your left ear green paint...

Saakashvili grabbed his head and quickly spoke:
- Georgian read, read Russian, Polish, almost all read. In the eyes of the girls can't read!

- Our say, in Groove. Tomorrow morning we will go on the offensive with the infantry. Be careful...
- We will definitely be careful... - laughed Gregory. One mother told the pilot: "Fly, son, not low and fast."

Lidka also came to congratulate. It was clean, ironed uniforms, hair, fluffy, newly washed. She in turn shook hands with members of the crew, Janek and congratulated the latter.
- Didn't know... Very worried about you, ' she began. - All told, it's hard to believe that you and your crew...
Janek listened in silence, looking into her eyes.
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Crooked grin, Lidka turned sharply and left.
The ball was eaten quietly, with dignity. Janek sat down beside him on the grass. He heard Gregory said quietly to Helen:
Nice girl believes in the horseman, and the horseman accomplishes heroic deeds. A bad girl believes in the horseman. If he commits a heroic act, you know, she says, "Hard to believe". Tell yourself, is a good girl?
- Want a night with him to appear, because he's a Brave Cross - added Gustlik.
KOs turned away, pretending not to hear. The words of his friends upset. It's a shame that they are talking...

Now understand, Janek? asked Semenov. - If hit yesterday, or today, or even for a few minutes, the Germans could bring up reserves or to retreat.
- I told him, ' said a satisfied Gregory - if the cone will hit an ax, the branch wobbled. You want the nut to break, hit him hard. And now, when they are surrounded by...

Saakashvili stood up, hugged Janek's shoulders and finished: - Who wants to find, he finds, and even a reward destiny the clock of his life time ago translates.

Beyond the trees lay a colored fields, cut narrow, like strips of coloured paper. The war took place here so fast, I don't have time to burn.
- That's a laugh! surprised shouted Saakashvili accustomed to an immensely vast fields in the Soviet Union. - Step once - a potato, step other growing rye, another step and the cabbage got.